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The sooner she got home, the sooner she and Ed could go back to the warehouse and break in.
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Ed was already back.
As she ducked under the vines and slipped through the courtyard door, he was waiting for her at the top of the kitchen steps.
She slowed as she crossed the small, shadowed courtyard, suddenly shy for reasons she didn’t quite understand.
He stood casually, leaning against the doorjamb, his gaze on her, his big body blocking the entrance almost completely, and when she reached the bottom of the steps, she looked up at him.
“Come here,” he said, and suddenly she couldn’t move fast enough.
She jumped, her nanos giving her the strength to go straight up, and Ed grabbed her out of the air, pulling her flush with his body.
He walked back into the house and flicked the door closed behind them with his foot, spun and set her down on the kitchen table.
As he stepped between her legs, she reached up and hooked her hands around his neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him.
He made a humming sound as his hands reached beneath her shirt and lifted it up, tossing it over her head when he got it off her.
“I’m forced to say that we don’t have a lot of time,” she murmured against the hot, salty skin of his throat.
“I’m aware.” It didn’t seem to give him pause, though. He grabbed her trousers and she lifted her hips up to make it easier for him to slide them off.
It obviously wasn’t giving her pause, either. She smiled.
He studied her as he stepped out of his own trousers and threw his shirt in the same direction as hers. “What’s the smile for?” he asked.
“Us.” Her amusement dried up at the sight of him, naked in front of her. She leaned back on her elbows, suddenly languorous. She lifted her eyebrows at the way he stared at her.
“Come here,” she said.
They may not have hada lot of time, but they made full use of what time they had allowed themselves.
Ed glanced at Wren as they strolled along the street, headed for the hover port. Her thick lashes were lowered, and he realized how desperately he wanted to know what she was thinking. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to stash her somewhere safe and not let her out until this was all over.
He could almost blame her nanos, but he knew the strange tightness in his chest was a hundred percent Wren.
She sensed him looking at her, turned her face up to his, and gave him a blinding smile.
He felt something shift inside him, and reached for her hand.
“Any news on Ethan Hyt and Velda Shanïha?” she asked, threading her fingers through his own. “I forgot to ask.”
Ed shook his head. “Guttra, Hyt’s second-in-command, is a friend, and he told me the military are still trying to find their runner. Seems like the laser strike only clipped them. There is very little debris, so the runner itself may be mostly intact. They’re hopeful.”
“Did Guttra want us to come in?” Wren asked.
“If he’d thought about it, he might have, but he’s too busy dealing with Hyt’s disappearance. He’s probably going out to lead the search for them tonight, so we’ll be dealing with Lieutenant Bartam while he’s gone.”
“And Bailey and Hatch?” He could hear the fear in her question.
“Stable. They’ll make it.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “So what was the name of the creep you interrogated?”
He smiled. “The creep’s name was Grayson. I called Violet Fann and played his confession to her. She was very interested in talking to him, so I’m guessing he’ll be in custody by tonight.”
